(NB. A twaiku according to the internet is A twaiku is a haiku posted on Twitter, so is limited to 140 characters. I attempted these last year on this link
http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=43470 I attempted them again this year on 1 and 2 September 2015 – on 1 September 2015 near a Cemetry on Ince Road and 2 September 2015 Bolton Food and Drink Festival.

It was only after I had completed that I realised I had done the format wrong and while doing the poem to fit within a twitter, I had done them on 6 lines each.

Hope you like them either way

Andy) 

Day 1 – 1 September 2015 

(I) 

Scratching emotions
The weather follows 
Me northwards
Before giving up
Halfway back from 
The top of the hill. 

(II)

Skipping through memories
In the wind
After putting flowers down
I suddenly remember 
How much
You hated them. 

(III)

In a different life
The edge of your kiss
Isn’t torn apart by fate
Covering itself in silence
or plunging headfirst
Into the rain. 

(IV)

Walking back
Downwards over the hill
The gate blew open
On the way out
Like it was welcoming me
Before slamming with regret. 

Day 2 – 2 September 2015 

(V)

Arriving on the bus
I almost left my bag behind
Frowning across the churchyard
With my heart on knee
Collaborating with 
All of the smells. 

(VI)

Flicking scrawls of ink 
Over the crowd
Across the path behind me
I accidentally use it
As a guide back
Once I had tasted all of the food.

(VII)

Unflinching moments
Like surveys
Each taste is an invitation
Into a corner of your 
Deepest imagination
Holding tight your interest.

(VIII)

Looking in a tent
I watch the chef give it his all
Through sweat & chutney
Making me think I should
Leave my cheese on toast 
For this year.  

(IX)

I knew that sauce
I told myself for hours afterwards
It’s style, 
It’s texture
Before then realising
I had it totally wrong. 

(X) 

Leaving for home
A patch of light shone
Over the top of the tents
Carrying it’s smell onto the bus
Creating ripples 
In my memories.